Find a moment in which the world stops Becomes idle for a second Gives space to a dying mind The membrane of a society Driven by illusions Is it all a façade? The wicked ways we count our money As if it was worth more than our soul Worth more than sacred bodies The wild girls tamed by the men To close their mouths and hold their tongues Powerless, hands bound by the ropes of promises Promises wider than oceans I swim deep in them Never satisfied by a life in cold captivity I insist these doors are left open Submissive, obey the quiet mouths hard actions Aching for touch, aching for love This pretence I figure To be a shell of what it is in books An empty box Embezzled with jewels Is still an empty box Your touch remains empty Your heart turns it’s back to me Turns it’s back to the warrior girls With eyes bright with fire Now eyes dark with ash Now ask yourself When did you lose the fight Against dismissiveness? Abandoned by the hunters But the fights of women outweigh Those of man Disregarded as merely an object But do not be fooled My roar is louder than the thunder of a storm My bite is harder than the sting of a hand against a thigh My heart is larger than the mountains you can climb My words are powerful they can break your spine My love is fierce, as ferocious as I.
I wrote this based around love and the idea that men are seen as the main power in a relationship. Women are taught that *** is their identity when really there is so much more to them, so much power and soul that stands them apart.